Mythical Scroll Artist: Starting with the God of Wealth, Zhao Gongming

Chapter 473 The Association's Cheap Uncles
"What do you mean? Is the surname Feng special?" Bai Shiqi asked, puzzled. "I've never heard of such a family in the association."

“The association is different from our dojo. It does not rely on family power to maintain itself, and has even been trying to prevent the formation of powerful families,” Elder Bai explained. “The association has always valued ability, regardless of background.”

However, within the association, there are also some families with excellent genes and family traditions.

However, these families are not as large as our aristocratic families; they generally only preserve the lineage of their direct descendants.

The Feng family is the oldest and most prestigious family in the association, said to date back to the association's very founding.

Upon hearing this, Bai Shiqi and Liu Chao clicked their tongues and nodded, "Similar to our founding family?"

"almost."

"Tsk tsk," Liu Chao said in surprise, "So Wu Xian is also from a prominent family like us?"

"Speaking of which, the Feng family has always been quite prominent in the association. In the senior ranks of the association throughout the generations, there are basically members of the Feng family," Elder Bai continued. "When I was young, the Feng family had quite a reputation."

They've simply disappeared somewhat in recent decades.

……

This is the mechanical dojo's position.

Wu Xian watched with great interest as the large mechanical device was being assembled, patiently waiting for the first batch of canned flesh and blood to be produced.

According to Sister Jump, the flesh and blood of the Flesh and Blood Demon God are also differentiated in terms of quality.

For example, the flesh and blood of those flesh-and-blood monsters is of much higher quality than the flesh and blood that can be randomly mined from the flesh and blood land. Simply put, it has a higher energy density and a more compact structure of flesh and blood power.

Soon after, Wu Xian was satisfied with the first batch of high-grade canned meat and blood products he had acquired.

"How about it? Want to invest and make some money with my family?" Sister Jump joked.

“Sure, sure, I’ll transfer the funds to you later,” Wu Xian nodded cheerfully. “But send me all the canned goods produced in the initial phase; I want them all.”

To others, this canned meat and blood is just high-quality pet food, but to him, it's high-quality material for a high-quality scroll.

Each batch of canned goods produced means the birth of a powerful zombie scroll.

Once we've created a few zombie bosses and combined them with the industrialized scroll production from the [Scroll Master], we can directly establish a zombie arsenal.

"What do you need so many cans of flesh and blood for?" Jump Sister asked, puzzled. "Why don't you just feed them to your ferocious beast? Why don't you just let it eat whatever it wants?"

“Of course not,” Wu Xian explained, “I plan to use this flesh and blood to create a special scroll.”

"A scroll painting?" Jumping Sister was surprised and stunned: "This thing can be used to make scroll paintings?"

“Of course, unpurified flesh and blood wouldn’t work, but isn’t it purified now?” Wu Xian laughed. “Besides, this flesh and blood is essentially part of the demon god, definitely god-level material!”

The more Sister Jump listened, the more excited she became. It was a pity that she couldn't use her mechanical scroll system, otherwise she would have liked to try it too.

"What kind of scroll can be made from this flesh and blood?" Jump Sister asked curiously. "A tentacle monster?"

“Of course not,” Wu Xian shook his head and explained, “Don’t be fooled by the appearance of this flesh and blood. In essence, it is a high-quality material for zombie scrolls.”

"A zombie scroll?" Jumping Sister was stunned. "What's the use? The most powerful one right now is Shiraishi Sai's mummy series."

“My zombies are naturally different from theirs,” Wu Xian said confidently.

“That makes sense.” Jump Sister was speechless.

Our Xiaoxianzi's picture scrolls have always been unique, and no matter the type or track, they are much stronger than other similar picture scrolls.

In short: Anything produced by Xiaoxianzi is guaranteed to be a masterpiece!
"How about we arrange a zombie scroll for Sister Jump later?" Wu Xian suggested.

"Forget it, zombies are too ugly and disgusting." Jump Sister said with a look of disgust.

"Don't worry~" Wu Xian teased, "The one prepared for Sister Tiao is naturally a great beauty."

"A beautiful woman? A zombie?" Jump Sister looked on with suspicion.

“You’ll find out when the time comes,” Wu Xian said mysteriously. “These zombies of mine are not ordinary zombies; you can think of them as gods of the zombie world.”

After saying that, he left on his sword without waiting for Sister Tiao's reaction.

Just as he was about to rush back to the club to start work, he unexpectedly received a call from Cui Wenxuan.

Judging from what Chairman Cui said, the old man and the old woman have already passed away.

It seems they're researching how to break into the new abyss.

Wu Xian took this very seriously, so he immediately changed direction and headed to the association.

At this moment, the Yaoyang City Association is filled with big shots. Even the leaders of various dojos and forces have come to pay their respects and discuss the matter of attacking the new abyss.

Ultimately, to drive that evil god out of the human world, we must first break into its lair.

The current fighting is ultimately just scratching the surface of the evil spirits, unable to harm their fundamental nature.

When Wu Xian arrived, several association leaders were exchanging pleasantries and discussing matters with representatives from all sides. Cui Wenxuan could only stand in front of those old men.

Because she wanted to conceal her identity, the old lady did not sit in a high position, but instead sat leisurely at the edge of the venue with the old man.

"Xian'er, come here!" The old lady smiled kindly and gestured for Wu Xian to sit next to her.

The moment Wu Xian sat down, the gazes of the elders in the high seats inadvertently fell on him, their eyes revealing a mixture of complexity and curiosity.

There was nothing they could do. Although the old lady treated Wu Xian like her own grandson, the elders all knew that their great-aunt had no children of her own, so the child couldn't possibly be her biological son.

If they were truly the great-aunt's biological children, they would definitely value them even more than the old lady herself.

After all, if it's his own grandson, then he'd be the only heir of the Feng family line.

The problem is that Wu Xian couldn't possibly be the old lady's biological grandson, but rather the biological grandson of that old yellow-haired Wu Mingchang.

Feng Li, Feng Li, what are you after?
She used to clamor to be someone's stepmother, and now she's eagerly coming to be someone's step-grandmother.

If Grandpa Feng were still alive, he'd probably drive you crazy!

However, this little guy named Wu Xian seems to be very outstanding. Cui has praised him highly, giving him an unusually high evaluation.

They would naturally be happy to accept the future development of the association.

Who told this little guy to be so lucky, getting such a good stepmother?
Moreover, their association has always welcomed and cherished talent.

After a few moments of reflection, the elders of the association returned to their business, speaking in a very official manner and failing to get to the point for a long time, leaving Wu Xian speechless.

Old folks always seem to like to beat around the bush when they talk, especially those in high positions.

"Are those people all the association's supreme elders?" Wu Xian asked his grandmother, Feng Li, curiously. "They're talking so......"

"Yes, I'll introduce you to them after the meetings." The old lady nodded with a light laugh. "In terms of seniority, they're all your maternal uncles."

"My maternal uncle?" Wu Xian confirmed.

“Of course not, your great-grandfather only had your grandmother as his only son,” Grandma Feng Li said with a smile. “However, the families in the association are all old friends and have always treated each other as cousins.”

The one in the very middle also has the surname Feng; that's a true cousin, Grandma's cousin." Wu Xian understood. Elder Bai from Dengfeng Martial Arts Academy had also talked about the association's families before, so Wu Xian wasn't surprised by this situation.

"Um... are my uncles willing to accept me? After all..." Wu Xian's feelings were complicated.

There's nothing wrong with recognizing the wet nurse, since she was the old man's old flame and had raised his biological parents back then.

But the situation for these so-called uncles is rather awkward.

“They have no choice but to acknowledge it, whether they want to or not,” the old lady Feng Liping said calmly, but with a hint of inexplicable firmness. “Xian’er is the only son of the Feng family.”

"Huh?" Wu Xian was stunned. "Isn't that your cousin?"

"Grandma's cousin is no saint either. He never married because of a woman from a high society, so naturally he won't have any children," the old lady said irritably. "In fact, the Feng family line ended with him."

"..." Wu Xian didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

My grandmother's family is truly full of talented people.

But then again, what's with all this talk about a high-class woman?

It feels even more outrageous than Grandma's situation.

While it's likely that the upper-class person this uncle is infatuated with isn't a bad person, this is still a bit too much...

In short, something seems to have gone wrong at the Feng family's ancestral graves.

The old man standing nearby couldn't help but interject, "Is he still in contact with that woman?"

"It doesn't appear on the surface, but who knows if it's really not there or just pretending?" The old lady's words carried a hint of sarcasm.

Wu Mingchang chuckled silently, pondering something to himself.

Meanwhile, on the other side, several uncles from the association finally got to the point, "We have also brought several elders from the Qi Department with us this time. In the next few days, we will try to open up a passage to the new abyss. As for whether we can successfully enter, we cannot guarantee it."

"It's alright, having a way is always better than having no way. Let's give it a try first." Representatives from all sides echoed this sentiment.

“If all else fails, we can discuss other methods,” the representative of the Demon God Gym said calmly. “If the situation deteriorates further, our Demon God Gym would not mind asking Black Roll for help.”

"The same goes for the Mythical Beast Gym."

"Our Shinto Dojo's Black Scroll is also ready and can be deployed at any time."

Representatives from all sides responded enthusiastically.

Upon hearing this, the association's uncles solemnly stood up and expressed their gratitude to all parties, saying, "This invasion by the evil god is of great importance. It is a blessing for humanity that all parties have joined in. If there are any gains later, we will distribute them according to our merits."

Representatives from all parties expressed their understanding of this matter.

Although this disaster may not yield significant gains, if there is a chance to defeat that evil god, the rewards could be enormous.

Therefore, today's meeting between all parties is essentially about laying out the unpleasant truths upfront.

"Harvest?" Wu Xian couldn't help but ask curiously, "What harvest?"

“Naturally, it’s the new abyss and the demon god,” the old woman explained. “The demon god, as a true god-level being, although it has not been recognized by the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, would surely bring great rewards if it could be defeated.”

Moreover, that demon god also brings with him a new abyss, which will eventually become a blue ocean.

But all of this is based on the premise of being able to defeat that evil god.

Currently, none of the parties involved are very confident; they are simply focused on banishing the evil god.

Wu Xian understood.

All parties are now only here for the sake of reputation, so they have only sent a few people as a formality, and in essence, they have no hope of defeating the evil god.

However, the lineup dispatched by the association was somewhat unexpected, and it seemed to have the intention of eliminating the evil god.

So what all parties just said was: if there really is a chance to defeat the evil god, all parties are willing to ask the Black Scroll Master to cooperate fully.

Ultimately, getting all parties to take full action depends on mutual interests.

Soon after, the meeting gradually came to an end.

Before leaving, the elder leading the Holy Spirit Dojo stopped and said, "Elder Wu, Her Highness the Goddess has something urgent to attend to and won't be able to come for a few days. She specifically asked me to tell you."

"What happened?" Wu Xian asked, frowning with concern.

"It's just some troublesome matters within the dojo," the elder in charge sighed helplessly. "To be honest, I came here with a selfish reason. Could the Divine Realm help us open a door? Currently, various parties within the dojo are quite interested in your Twenty-Eight Constellations."

Wu Xian was both amused and exasperated. "It will be fine after this is over."

"Then it's settled."

The team leader's eyes lit up slightly, and he was inexplicably full of energy.

In fact, most of the reinforcements from the Holy Spirit Dojo this time were people who were filled with remorse. They all hoped that after this wave, Wu Xian would be able to put aside past grievances and establish some connection with the powerful Twenty-Eight Constellations in the Divine Realm through the laws of the universe.

There's no way around it, the Twenty-Eight Constellations are just too damn powerful in the Holy Spirit Realm these days.

Especially the situation and changes in the Holy Spirit Realm during Wu Xian's recent summoning of the Holy Spirits have been outrageous.

Let me put it this way: right now, anyone in the Holy Spirit Dojo who can still maintain their composure is an idiot.

Those who established a legal connection with the Twenty-Eight Mansions back then have long since soared to great heights.

The goddess Xu Cunxin also took this opportunity to launch a series of swift and decisive actions.

It feels like it won't be long before the entire Holy Spirit Dojo becomes a truly unified entity.

Watching the representatives from the Holy Spirit Dojo leave with smiles on their faces, the old lady couldn't help but ask in surprise, "When did Xian'er become an elder of the Holy Spirit Dojo?"

"He's just an honorary elder," Wu Xian explained. "I have a set of divine diagrams that are quite suitable for the Holy Spirit Realm. I recently integrated them into the Holy Spirit Realm and they seem to be working quite well."

"No wonder there's been so much commotion at the Holy Spirit Dojo lately," the old lady suddenly realized.

"Is the Holy Spirit Dojo making a big fuss?" Wu Xian wondered.

"Hmm," the old lady teased, "That little girl from the Xu family will soon be truly all-powerful. Speaking of which, did the sudden resurgence of the Xu family's older brother also have something to do with Xian'er?"

Wu Xian smiled but remained silent.

“I guessed so,” the old lady smiled knowingly. “It seems you have a pretty good relationship with that little girl from the Xu family.”

How could the relationship between a direct disciple and his master not be strong?

However, Wu Xian did not say it explicitly, since there were quite a few other people present.

But the old man already knew about it and secretly communicated with the old lady through telepathy, which shocked her.

While the old lady was still in disbelief, several of the association's uncles, who were not related by marriage, had gathered around with complicated expressions.

"Oh, dear sister, you've really mobilized us all this time," the association's uncles complained bitterly.

(End of this chapter)